Two days passed, and ra finally regained her freedom to move around. She had spent the past week acting as Dn''s personal sleep aid, lying still as a statue in bed.


    After a refreshing shower that morning, ra dered her ns to leave Palm Bay. Engrossed in his morning paper on the sofa, Dn barely flinched at her announcement.


    ra quickly filled in the details, "You know that Mercy Hospital out in the countryside? I mentioned I needed to convince Calix to move. I''ve been dyed because of my injuries, but I''ll be back on track now. Just checking, Mr. Dn- you''re not nning to fire me, right?"


    Dn paused, his grip on the newspaper tightening before he looked up slowly. He''d been sleeping well all week, and it showed in his healthier appearance.


    "Who said anything about firing you?"


    ra exhaled in relief, her face lighting up. "That''s a relief! I''ll head to the hospital soon and make sure I get the job done."


    Having neglected June for a week, it was high time she paid a visit and dug into the details of the ident. As she drove off, ra checked her phone, which had been off for ages. After giving it some juice, she found only a few messages, mostly from Scarlette wondering why she''d been AWOL.


    Three days had passed since Scarlette''s message, so replying now seemed a bitte. But just as she was en route to the hospital, her phone buzzed again with another message from Scarlette.


    Scarlette: [Why''s the Bradford family saying you''re dead?]


    ra raised an eyebrow and shot back a question mark.


    Scarlette: [Good to know you''re not. It''s not every day you find a friend who gets you. Word is, the Bradfords have set up a tomb for you. Your sister Quinn''s running the show, and it''s quite the spectacle.]


    ra shook her head, not at all surprised by Quinn''s antics. If anyone would throw a party over her supposed demise, it''d be Quinn, who would love nothing more than to see her buried.


    She asked Scarlette to snoop around Quinn''s bank activity and found a hefty sum transferred to an ount in Mexico. With Mexico''s ongoing chaos, it wasn''t a ce domesticpanies would touch with a ten-foot pole.


    A quick call to the police confirmed her hunch. The culprits had fled to Mexico, and suddenly, everything made sense.


    ra clutched her phone, her thoughts drifting to Colton''s situation. Sadly, he was still in aa. Quinn''s cold-blooded move had been a deadly one, and even the Warren family''s swift response couldn''t catch the crucial moment.


    Quinn had the Bradfords wrapped around her finger and was a master at ying the innocent, making it tough to spot any cracks in her facade. The only potential lead might be her foster parents. The Bradfords believed Quinn had a rough upbringing, and it was worth looking into.


    As ra headed towards Mercy Hospital, Quinn was busy sending a proposal to Ferguson Corporation. The proposal was for a joint development project, and though it wasbeled as a partnership, it was clearly a bid to win over Ferguson Corporation.